Life is like the game of chess.
Waiting patiently for the moves of a player,
As the clock ticks tocks;
Lies the fate of the piece in his hand,
Unsure of the moves of the player.
Suddenly the clock tocks.
He makes a move and it’s fate is decided.
Life is like a player of chess.
Waiting patiently for the moves of his opponent,
As the Clock ticks, tocks;
Lies his fate in the hands of the unknown,
Suddenly the Clock ticks.
Now his turn.
Once a player, another time a watcher.
Life is like the outcome of a chess game.
Waiting patiently for the winner of the game ,
As the Clock ticks, tocks ;
Lies the outcome in the result of their moves,
Suddenly the Clock ticks, tocks.
End of game .
One wins, another looses.
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Author:
HAF (
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- Published: July 20th, 2022 02:30
- Comment from author about the poem: Anytime I think about life I think of chess. As the game starts no one knows who will win . As a player makes his move, the other player’s fate depends on him, and also as a player makes his decision, he decides his fate . So anytime I think about life and it’s uncertainty I think about chess. Also I think life is time . We only have time when there is life . I also thought of relationships when I wrote this peom . As far as anything can happen, we should continue to cherish each other because time changes.
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